Okay, since none of us have any experience whatsoever in doctoring, I am going to assume that this story takes place in a different yet similar world to Earth, where all the various inventions of time have occurred in different ways and different times.

     'Doctor Keel, Doctor Keel!' The reported shouted, running after the now-famous surgeon who was briskly walking away from his workplace, Long Road Hospital. Despite wearing pumps supported only by a long and ridiculously thin pillar, she managed to catch up to him.
     'Doctor Keel, you have just finished the first successful Batista surgery, how do you feel?'
     Charlie Keel tilted his head back slightly to inspect the reported, still holding her silver microphone towards him. He squinted. The reporter was dressed in men's clothing: a creamy two-piece, double-breasted suit, complete with shoulder pads. Her face was caked with at least an inch of foundation
Charlie snorted.
     'Go away, blondie.' He said, without any emotion.
     'And what is that supposed to mean, sir?' The reporter's eyes narrowed. She wouldn't be here if her superiors had not demanded it so. 'I asked you how you felt after completing the first successful Batista surgery.'
     Charlie stared as if gazing back into the portals of his mind. He said, in a low voice, 'Happy, I suppose.'
     'And what do you think contributed to your success?'
     He turned his eyes back to her, now standing unnaturally still. The side of his mouth curved up into a sinister grin, and he said, 'I research a lot.'
     Then he turned on his heel and walked away before the reporter could say another word.

     'Mom, Dad, I'm home.' Charlie announced as he stepped into the house. A few seconds passed as Charlie listened intently for any noise. There wasn't any, of course. There hadn't been a single, living person in the Keel house for twenty-seven years, apart from Charlie himself.
     Charlie walked up to the second floor and into his walk-in closet. It was nearly bare, the only clothes he owned in abundance were white coats. Towards the end, however, the paltry amount of clothes gave way to an abundance of stuffed dolls, particularly those of rabbits. They were of all shapes and sizes, from a gigantic, yellow soft plush rabbit, to a small, purple hare, barely bigger than a hand.
     Charlie switched on the lights, and as he did so, he whispered, 'I'm home, darlings.'

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